Thoughts and ideas that circle upon my head.
I watch as how it withered and danced as it turns into words and to be read.
Of quiet birds in circled flight
*A tangle of thoughts, quotes, and poems*
Thoughts and ideas that circle upon my head.
I watch as how it withered and danced as it turns into words and to be read.
Of quiet birds in circled flight
*A tangle of thoughts, quotes, and poems*
Scribbled pages , drew random hearts
This was a new me , old me was lost
Lovesick I was , or maybe you poisoned
my throat
There were praises of you , in each word I spoke
A collection of poems ab...